SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID

Chapter Do You Like Hera?



"Bryce, do you like Hera?" Max's voice penetrated through Bryce's dark hazel world and he straightened himself to look at Max who eyes were fixated on him.

Does he like Hera? Does he even know what that word means? All he knew was that he wanted her close to him. He didn't like it when he saw her with someone else that's not him. He was overly protective and jealous when she's in the company of another man. He loved seeing her laugh, her smile seems to warm his heart for some reason and even though he didn't want to think about her, he couldn't help but do the exact opposite. Does that count as liking someone?

"Bryce I cannot help you if you hold back from telling me exactly what's going on with you. Do you like Hera or not?" Max repeated and watched closely to see his friend's reaction.

Damn! Hera was good and he'd give her that. She had managed to thaw his best friend's frozen heart and has somehow managed to break through his thick barriers.

"I don't know." He blurted out at last and fell back to his chair with an exasperated sigh.

"Alright then, I'll make it easier for you. When was the last time you had sex?" He questioned with a straight face.

"And what does that have to do with any of this?" Bryce grumbled feeling frustrated. He had come to his best friend for help and the idiot kept on asking him twenty one questions as though, he was in an interview or something. "Everything!" Max primped in a firm voice. "You answering this question would solve a whole lot of problems and probably make you realize that you may or may not like Hera"

"That's a silly assumption to make. I like her as a friend."

"Idiot." Max cussed under his breath. He knew that his friend was a lot of things but definitely not as stupid as he had hoped.

"It's been a two weeks and a half." Max noted out of the blue.

"I don't understand."

Pushing his files to the center, he faced him, staring directly into his face. "It's been two weeks and a half since you came here or found another woman to satisfy your sexual urges Bryce."

"I think you should know where I'm going with this Bryce and connecting the dots might help you realize if truly you like her or not." Max added with a knowing look on his face.

Bryce wanted to believe that he did but he couldn't. There's no way. He had promised himself to fall for anyone. He had promised himself not to let anyone in. There's no way in hell that he was in love with Hera. That word doesn't exist to him. It didn't.

"You've changed a lot these past few months." Max voiced out. "Even I am surprised at the amount of changes going on around you because I know that you are a lot different from what I am used to but I'll have to admit that it suits you a lot Bryce and no matter what happens, don't push Hera away. She's good for you."

Bryce left Max's hotel but his mind kept on wandering around what his friend had said. Even he would admit that he had steered clear away from women these past weeks. At first he didn't 't think he could do it but when

he thought about what might happen if Hera found out about it, he just couldn't go through with it. Maybe Max was right. Maybe he did have a soft spot for her after all.

He'd have to apologize and sincerely tell her just how sorry he was but would she listen to him? He had hurt her so badly and even he would admit that he had been such a jerk to her.

Bryce arrived home and got inside his house after parking his car. Mariam served dinner but he was too preoccupied to eat. His thoughts were eating out on him and to top it off and add to his frustration, Hera wasn't back yet. He had hoped to run into her on his way back but she hasn't returned.

Now he was beginning to get worried. It was already late and she didn't quite know her way around the city. What if something bad had happened to her? What if the idiot she went out with had done something to her.

He paced around his room tirelessly, his ears on alert to pick up the sound of any incoming vehicle. Damn, he had it this bad and it only took him loosing her twice to realize that?

The weather suddenly became

heavy and humid, with a distinct

change in the air as the clouds became thicker and more menacing-looking. The atmosphere felt tense, as if a storm was brewing. Bryce noticed a drop in temperature and a change in the wind direction as it became gusty and erratic. He immediately got alarmed. It was about to rain and she still wasn't back yet.

He contemplated between calling her or letting her be but settled for the first. She might get upset with him but he was her boss after all and he needed to make sure that she was safe.

As the rain began to fall, it started as a light drizzle and scattered drops before increasing in intensity.

Bryce dialled her number and placed it on his ears. She picked up after the third ring.

"Hera listen, I know that you're upset and probably don't want to talk to me but I have no choice. You're not back home and-"

"T-This isn't Hera. It's Ben." The masculine voice came from the other end, interrupting his well arranged forgiveness speech. How dare he?

"Like I give a fuck about who you are. Where is she?" He asked instead, ignoring the anger that was slowly rising up inside him.

"At my house." He responded casually and Bryce swallowed viciously. He had the audacity to take her to his house and she willingly followed him. Hera would never. She might be upset with him but she would never do something like this to spite him. "Bring her back home." He ordered. His voice firm and bold.

"I wish I could but I can't." Came his nonchalant voice. Bryce scoffed with an empty laugh.

"Hera doesn't want to see you and she made it very clear to me but if you're insisting that you want see her then, come and pick her up

yourself. I'd text you my addresse

And with that, he disconnected the call. Bryce was still struggling to understand what happened and that's when the message

notification popped up on his phone. What exactly was this bastard playing at?


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